#also arguably

[sillyest-guy]

Post-turning kisses.. made with @/elena-illustration's lovely picrew!

not being an artist can't stop me from gay vampire posting (extra louis n' legs under the cut)

[yonieykiss]

I have two sides....

Short cute bird Grian

V.S

Freakishly tall bird Grian

[otsanda]

Me, hearing a song about Jesus: this is about my tortured blorbos, actually

[mywingsareonwheels]

Bring me the messy, flawed, irresponsible sunshine ones who are profoundly devoted to the strong and stalwart and extremely good grumpy ones. I love them. <3

[merrygams-blog]

Do I Mean Tumblr User Kiilohaem Or An Actual Burning Celestial Body No One Knows

[aeide-thea]

yeah ok DEFINITELY good i saved girlfriendfacetime for tonight instead of last night, she’s really pretty and really nice to me (gentle; tender; sweet; attentive) and i like her thoughts about things and it was really nice to see her but also i’m a little sad now! i wasn’t sad before!

a thing that is consistently true is that the more connected i am to girlfriend, the more urgent it feels to me that we remain connected? but if we go for a while without talking i start to recenter in myself and find an equilibrium, and then i feel almost reluctant to reëngage: not because i think i’ll have stopped liking interacting with her, but because i know i will like it, and i almost don’t want to let myself remember the feeling of liking and wanting it so much, because it makes it hard to go on as my own separate unit, you know? whereas she i think gets overwhelmed and overloaded if we’re too close, but given time and space will reliably come to miss me and reach out to me again. and our relationship is a long delicate dance of balancing those two pulls, diastole and systole the rhythm / of our unbound bonding, to have / and not to hold. or to skip back earlier in that poem: it pesters to remember / the lover who is not in the bed, / to hold back what is owed to the work / that gutters like a candle in a cave / without air, where of course the work is the work of building a life for myself that serves both me and the world, and which like that candle is so easily smothered…

[7fff00]

ok i have to get a move on but like. something abt that post where the OP points out that actually mary oliver’s “wild geese” comes immediately after, in the book in which it was first published, a poem abt csa and is thereby rendered an earned respite after hurt and not the generic, arguably-saccharine affirmation it’s been turned into by tumblr—

and like. i’m always here for recontextualizing, i think it’s often VERY weird how snippets get reframed on here (louise glück persephone pome a big example), but also i think like. the frame you personally bring to art is a huge part of how you experience it also?? like yeah what you perceive the Artist’s Intentions to have been colors what you think of their taste but. idk. i differ from, apparently, a lot of people on here in that i don’t really view art as communion with the ~human soul~ that created it, i think communication is flawed and limited and at the end of the day the audience experience of art is about yr reception of whatever you’ve encountered and is only loosely if at all tethered to some Essential Nature of the piece

anyway ok i really gotta trot and don’t have time to write out my whitney museum ‘was the exhibit performance art or ACTUALLY under construction’ example that convinced me of this but like

i guess ultimately i think like. a lot of the pomes that get passed around on here and then sneered at as saccharine are functioning as earned respite for a lot of readers even decontextualized, due to the framing created by the audience’s own pain

and like. idk. what’s my point. yeah that’s different from the question of whether mary oliver’s work is Inherently Poignant or just digestably sweet. but like. if the feeling of discernment that leads you to disdain it doesn’t also lead you to cut the sweetness of the patisserie with a coffee then. are you really in fact as much of a connoisseur as you pride yrself on being, i guess is where i end up with it